My Truth, My Secrets

Secrets …     Lies …   no contact … Intimacy … trauma … family … sleep

name the sin … in the night … church … silence … shame….

bystander … betrayal … fear … reparation … abuse … relationship …

autonomy … confronting … shame … tell the truth …  shunning…

where to go …. who knew ….  ptsd … losing time … healing 

Do you live with a secret which is really affecting you? Do you have a desire/wish/need to share? I invite you to tell your story OR to select one or more of the terms above and tie that in to your own experience. Send to @LatelaMary (twitter) or mlatela@outlook.com  and I will respond to you promptly. If you are ok with having your story posted here, please indicate that and I will post.

Thanks so much! @LatelaMary

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AHEM! ATTENTION!

  1. Occasion, post election, 2016. Reflection, Mary E. Latela, November 13, 2016

Roger Ebert (March 17, 2010) wrote: It is so hard to do a movie like this well. “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” is a PG-rated comedy about the hero’s first year of middle school, and it’s nimble, bright and funny. It doesn’t dumb down. It doesn’t patronize. It knows something about human nature.(Ebert 1942-2010)

Some of the faithful friends were comparing how to deal with a major disappointment. As I listened, I realized that I was already in treatment. I had watched Jeff Kinney’s Diary of a Wimpy Kid three times that day, and was planning for re-screening today.

Life is sometimes like Middle School. You try to be special, but you are targeted for special torment. When Greg tries out for the school play, he is so so so so good that his teacher is in tears, until she realizes that he is a perfect soprano these days. He will have to be a tree.

Life is sometimes like Middle School. You try to disappear, then you trip over a bucket of soapy water, and even the janitor shakes his head in disappointment. You try to be the best friend ever, and you break your BF’s hand, and he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore. You try out for wrestling to get attention from girls, but your first opponent is a girl classmate who chews you and spits your out while everyone else laughs.

Somehow you survive. I guess most of us survive because there are diaries of high school kids and college kids and everyone who stresses about being good and true, and funny, too.

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